Hit A Muthafucka

Three 6 Mafia

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    I bet you won't
    Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (bitch)
    Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
    I bet you won't
    Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (hoe)
    Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
    I bet you won't

    This ain't no game, we bring the pain
    So don't you niggas trip
    Fallin the club with all them thugs
    And five extra clips
    Deep alsways deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
    So when you hoes talk all this shit
    We gonna cut ya throat
    And let you chuck right out the door, the three 6 mafia game
    Now I was pullin a fucking gun
    We out so throw them thangs
    Don't hit that white
    Any why the fuck act like you crazy man
    We know you niggas just some hoes
    You let our nuts hang

    And let me crack you mind up
    Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
    Keep a mystic type of business than we run
    You may not cap to the s's
    'Cause we young, my time, my flex
    It's a futuristic and autistic mega plisto plex
    I rack up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop
    I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot
    All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks don't stop
    My nigga gotta take a deep breathe
    A keep blowin till they drop

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    We ain't going to stop until some down people die up in the audience
    Word up, push them to the floor
    Put your foot in his guts so aple watch them fully trample
    Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy can't handle
    The crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get crushed
    Crush crush, we got it buck buck (the three 6)
    And when the shows over I want to see nothing but bodies
    On the floor and they got no three 6 (surprise)

    I heard the streets that a nigga has said, something about that nigga
    I think his name was cruchy blac
    But I walk up to his house, I knocked upon his door
    When he came to the door, I hit him in the mouth
    And I knocked him on the floor
    Then I hit him and hit him somemore
    Then I told that fucking boy
    Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking prophet boys
    'Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of ya'll
    Ganna tear around your throat and drag you like you want

    Why to styling at my face
    Why you talks behind my back
    Hitting you hitting you down when I to attack
    Never can't be fade
    'Cause this lady roll with right click
    Now I'm talking shit
    Call me misses mobb bitch
    Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my damn self
    Never hanging with you skanks
    'Cause I'm bad for your health
    Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
    We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe

    See I call up then niggas operator tellin me they
    Was stressed with you up on that house that I'm hell
    Looking out there
    See you telling always tell who freezy's always shells
    How she really cares bout' her hair
    Here he thinks he stabbs around a hoe round'

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    Composición: Paul Beauregard y Jordan Houston

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